Sweet Venom
I trace every move you make,
I trace every note you breathe.
But you're a Mozart in disguise
How could I ever compete?
Blind with tears and rage,
I compared myself to what seemed bulletproof,
All while my doubts built up inside,
Forming an invisible bruise.
I tried to be more like you
Though I knew it was no use.
I swallowed all your words,
Like bitter, sacred juice.
What once was admiration
Turned into unhealthy obsession.
I was far too lost,
Blind to your quiet imperfections.
I called it love, but it proved to be venom.
I tried to be you, all the same.
I wore your voice like a second skin
And on the way, I lost my name.
I wish I had seen earlier: I can never be you,
No matter how I chased your tone.
After all, your song must be your own
And mine must learn to stand alone.
Copyright © Saanvi Goel | Year Posted 2025
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